through the wood

through the wood

i came uncertain

stumbling on the shelter

and as i stood upon the threshold

my wrist poised to knock

i knew not why nor what

had brought me


the door did open then

of its own accord

my request it needed not

though still i could not see

who was bidding me to come



the table spread before

i knew that i was hungry

the fire told me

i was cold

twas then i stepped across and turned

to close the door behind me


and in that sudden silent still

i heard

the beating of my heart




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